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Materials: Mixed-media on canvas (oil, acrylic, sand, modeling paste and others)
Dimensions: 30” x 40”
Soft textures emerge as dance-like brushstrokes form the petals, and the color keeps dancing until it blooms, rising up the canvas. Its harmonious, vibrant palette sets an inviting atmosphere in any room where it hangs. Elegant and a little mysterious, it is made to be the talk of the room.
This painting is part of The Light We Carry, ten new paintings about the light we hold on to, and the light we pass on.
Each one began with a moment from my life: a question from a burned-out colleague, my son comparing his love for me to fried chicken, a friend I lost who promised to become a blue star, my grandmother telling me I was special. On the canvas, those moments became flowers. They rise out of rugged, sandy textures, dissolve into drifting color, and open again.
Where The Genesis of Bloom asked where we belong, this collection asks what we carry with us. Softness and strength. Memory and hope. The kindness of the people who shaped us. Even through dark seasons, that light stays, and it finds its way out.
All works are original, one-of-a-kind, mixed media on canvas.
Materials: Mixed-media on canvas (oil, acrylic, sand, modeling paste and others)
Dimensions: 30” x 40”
Soft textures emerge as dance-like brushstrokes form the petals, and the color keeps dancing until it blooms, rising up the canvas. Its harmonious, vibrant palette sets an inviting atmosphere in any room where it hangs. Elegant and a little mysterious, it is made to be the talk of the room.
This painting is part of The Light We Carry, ten new paintings about the light we hold on to, and the light we pass on.
Each one began with a moment from my life: a question from a burned-out colleague, my son comparing his love for me to fried chicken, a friend I lost who promised to become a blue star, my grandmother telling me I was special. On the canvas, those moments became flowers. They rise out of rugged, sandy textures, dissolve into drifting color, and open again.
Where The Genesis of Bloom asked where we belong, this collection asks what we carry with us. Softness and strength. Memory and hope. The kindness of the people who shaped us. Even through dark seasons, that light stays, and it finds its way out.
All works are original, one-of-a-kind, mixed media on canvas.